Blog: Barely Awake In Frog Pajamas

The first time I visited the nation's capitol was with a buddy. His friend's band had played the night before in Philadelphia and we were still sobering up – a condition we quickly set to rectify with a few pre-gig drinks at a bar in Georgetown – when we arrived in D.C. The fact that the friend’s band had a tab at the club – The Bayou, I believe – necessitated that we continue to drink. By evening's end, I was blissfully ignorant of the impending pain I had booked for the following day. As [...]